it requires a couple tears. ben and jerry’s. encouraging husband words. hot chocolate at the end.
it’s that day.
you know what i mean. you’ve had that day happen before.
it starts when you’re overly emotional and crying in the car for no reason. you arrive at school to pick up favorite kiddos whom you’re not completely sure you’re emotionally equipped to handle at the moment. parallel park in a tiny spot. open your phone to text your husband an apology for being a witch, glance up. smoke is coming out of your beloved car’s hood.
oh frantic thoughts.
you call your husband, he’s in the middle of his bike ride to work.
‘the car is smoking!’
‘take it to the closest auto repair shop. if they say don’t drive it, don’t drive it.’
pick the kids up from their classes. walk to the car…in a hurry to see if you can find out what’s wrong before the husband’s shift starts. oh wait…potty emergency…back to school.
run back to the car.
driving with eyes peeled for an auto shop. your favorite helper in the front seat sees it first. ‘auto body shop’ parallel park in a tiny spot between a large truck and an orange vespa. you suddenly realize this is an auto body shop…not repair. feel really stupid and call your husband.
‘go ask them anyways.’
the nice man checks it out: ‘see that? your coolant’s leaking.’ it’s green and goopy.
kids: ‘how long will it take? can we get ice cream?’
follow nice man’s advice and take it to an auto repair shop 2 blocks away.
kids: ‘how long will it take? will the engine blow up if you drive too much? can we get ice cream?’
they look and say you’re radiator’s cracked. a lot.
kids to auto shop lady: ‘excuse me, how long will it take, maximum, to fix it? like ten hours?’
‘you shouldn’t drive. it will cost lots of money. it won’t be finished today.’
‘so can we get ice cream?’
you make decision to spend lots of money fixing your only car without your husband to approve. nerve wracking at best.
you call their father. ‘my car broke down. do you want us to come get us or should we take a taxi home?…….ok. meet us at ben & jerry’s. i’m so sorry about this.’
you give a piggy back all the way ice cream and wonder how you will get home. how you will bring your husband dinner on his break. how you will get to the bank tomorrow to finish buying that car for him that you thought you would have by last monday.
the dad comes. home. disney princess doll exhibit. hear about the justin bieber concert. leave for soccer…and get dropped off to rent a car to make life possible for the next day. hit traffic. for an hour. barely make the car rental place before they close. rent a car.
drive home through traffic. large cities are such a joy sometimes. watch a stupid episode of a stupid show to unwind. make dinner. drive fancy rental to your husband’s work. explain everything that happened.
best part of the day: ‘good job…you did the right thing.’
eat really great chicken you threw together. be really impressed with yourself.
go home. jammies. hot chocolate. write. maybe watch another stupid show.
don’t tell me that day has never happened to you.